It is funny how we spend most of our childhood looking forward to the future, always planning and trying to act 'older', deciding in our mind how we would like our future to unfold. We spend our younger years building dreams based on prince charming and fairytales, we spend our teenage years lusting over celebrities and watching Rachel McAdams films with happy loving endings that cause a mass flood over our blankets and bowls of Butterkist popcorn during puberty riddled sleepovers. Over time plans change, futures change, you arrive in your twenties and SMACK bang you drop to reality, you want to be back in the world of five year old you with all of the loving in the world, these little dreams aren't just going to be handed to you on a plate.. You have to work for them, you have to want them. I guess for me the #8yearplan is me clenching on to the last bit of hope and planning, and that maybe, just maybe, you can have all of those dreams you wished for.
THE EIGHT YEAR PLAN - Despite it being what I crave the most, I'm not going to set high expectations that may fail me, although I wish for marriage and children in eight years I'm going to settle with happiness and love, with whatever that may come from. Who knows what the future holds but if it is anything like the last few years to go by I am not expecting great things, I've learnt you really can't get what you want, not because you don't want it enough but actually deep down what you think you might want isn't actually ideal - it is that whole head and heart game. Which one do you follow? Mistakes are good to learn by, I spent too many years holding on for one person, the one who I thought would complete my 'eight year plan', he could give me what I craved the most, I knew he would be a fantastic husband and father (he knew this too) however for right now, in my early twenties.. not ideal.
Only recently have I stopped being a idiot, for a while the only men I would bother with were those that were 'marriage material' - how foolish.
So here is to my own #8yearplan: to find a man who fits me, not a job role specification dressed up as 'marriage matieral'.
My next few posts will unravel my journey to where I am now, next to come: BOYS after 8 years at an all girls school.
No. 7 x
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